I met the child again. She bears a striking resemblance to the current victim in the case. I'm still not sure what these marbles mean, but it seems whenever I touch one, everything around me changes. Or maybe I'm the one that's changed? It's like when you're sleep deprived and you blink, and there's a gap in your memory. Somewhen else but still in the same spot.
‘A homicide is a homicide’, or at least that’s the motto Francis lived by. Every case was the same: victim, suspect, evidence, conviction. It was black and white, just like a newspaper - no attachments, nor empathy, and most of all, no need for friends. Would you have expected a marble to invert your entire world? Yeah... me neither, kid. How does someone deal with the knowledge that no matter what they do, the outcome will always be the same?
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